Muse in the Morning

Muse in the Morning

An Opened Mind XXXIV

Butterfly Just Wondering Just because I’m gendered differently than other people, why must I surrender my feelings, check my sensitivity at the door like an oversized overcoat, just so a few can repeat their unfunny jokes and pokes at people like me, because after all there is nothing funnier in their minds than someone like me? Not a real woman… Not a real man… What does that even mean? And why does it even matter? And why do people just stand around and silently watch it happen? Are they chuckling to themselves because they agree? I wonder. Beyond toleration and acceptance lie support and defense. Which will die first, bigotry or me? –Robyn Elaine Serven –November 29, 2005

I know you have talent.  What sometimes is forgotten is that being practical is a talent.  I have a paucity for that sort of talent in many situations, though it turns out that I’m a pretty darn good cook.  🙂

Let your talent bloom.  You can share it here.  Encourage others to let it bloom inside them as well.

Won’t you share your words or art, your sounds or visions, your thoughts scientific or philosophic, the comedy or tragedy of your days, the stories of doing and making?  And be excellent to one another!